Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 290

Madeline selected a fresh sea bass, scaling and cleaning it meticulously.

She prepped crisp snow peas for the side.

Next, she pulled out a massive lobster.

She expertly dispatched it and broke down the shell.

Finally, she retrieved a premium cut of steak from the deep freeze.

With all the prep work seamlessly handled, she began cooking.

She pan-seared the delicate fish and tossed it with the vibrant snow peas.

She crafted a highly inventive lobster dish infused with rich cheese and bright lemon zest.

Then, she gave the massive tomahawk steak a flawless sear, resting and slicing it to a perfectly tender, juicy medium-rare.

Lastly, she whipped up an exquisite oyster dressing with toasted croutons for a rich, savory side.

Quentin stood by the entire time, his gaze locked onto her, never once looking away.

He had initially wanted to help her sear or fry the fish, but greed got the better of him.

Watching her cook exclusively for him was an intoxicating luxury.

He wanted to savor every second of the experience.

While cooking, Madeline had swept her hair up into a neat, round bun, making her look effortlessly adorable.

Her slender, porcelain fingers moved with practiced grace.

It made the entire process visually stunning.

Her flawless technique turned the simple act of cooking into a mesmerizing performance.

Just watching her was pure bliss.

Finally, she plated the magnificent spread.

She portioned out a reasonable amount for herself, while Quentin's plate was heaped with a massive, hearty serving of everything.

She made sure both plates had a taste of every single dish to check the seasoning.

By the time he finished, Madeline had just cleared her plate as well.

His gaze burned into hers. "That was incredible. I loved it. I had no idea your culinary skills were this advanced, especially with Western cuisine."

Madeline froze slightly at his words.

He wasn't wrong. She had spent years perfecting her cooking to serve her previous marriage to Lucius.

In her desperate attempt to be the perfect wife and mother, she had poured endless effort into the culinary arts.

Growing up relying solely on her grandmother, she had been forced to mature early.

She had naturally picked up essential life skills from a young age.

Later, without ever experiencing the romance and joy of true love, she was shoved directly into the role of a housewife.

Yet she had still held herself to the highest possible standard, dedicating herself entirely to catering to her husband's tastes and her child's nutritional needs.

That was why her cooking was phenomenal; if her Western dishes were this good, her traditional meals—honed through years of serving a traditional household—were legendary.

Whenever Arthur hosted a banquet, she was always dragged over early just to manage the kitchen.